Hearing this, Edith didn't bother hiding her grin. “You're my favorite person, Dalia.”
“Don't say that until I know what we have,” she countered. “So, will you two be here later?”
“Hadn't planned on going anywhere,” Isaac qualified. “Not unless Edith needs something else for her Calling.”
“Good,” she returned, looking ready to get started on the tasks at hand.
But then, she pursed her lips in Isaac's direction, and after a thoughtful moment, remarked, “Don't hate me for saying this, but it is good to know you're doing well.”
Edith had no idea how Isaac might respond, and looked up to see him cringing. Yet then he shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. “Sorry I can't say the same, but if those memories you drug up are any indication, I know Alder would've been happy as hell to know you're still kicking around because … well, I'm glad. Sorta.” He grumbled. “Just don't get fucking mushy on me.”
“Wouldn't dream of it,” Dalia replied with a wide grin suggesting he'd just made her entire day—if not a lot more.
As the demoness promised to return in good time and vanished from sight, Edith squeezed his hand, giving him her own smile. “That was really sweet of you.”
Isaac looked confused. “What?”
“Telling her that about Alder.”
“You think?”
“You don't?”
He shrugged. “I wasn't trying to be nice, just being honest about it.”
“Yeah, but you have something she can't find anywhere else, and it probably does her good knowing her brother cared about her so much.”
Isaac seemed to think that over, then conceded the point with a nod. “Guess you're right, and don't say I told you so, but I feel better now that I've talked to her.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, mostly just glad to know I'm not remembering anything else.”
Edith grinned, getting the distinct feeling he wasn't being entirely honest. But she didn't push the matter, leaning in for a hug instead.
“What about you, angel?” he started, arms winding around her. “Everything okay? And when did you start getting low on energy?”
“Only recently, and I forgot to tell you,” she answered briefly, thinking it would be better not to mention her draining attempt at healing him until after she'd acquired her staff.
So, to keep him from asking specifics, she added, “I just don't like the idea of going to fucknut-world with so little energy left.”
“So little? How much can you do?”
“I'm not completely sure. I can only sense it's not as plentiful as it once was, and it's driving me insane.” Grumbling, she added, “I want my staff already so I can spank someone at will if they cross me.”
Lifting her head, she saw Isaac grinning deviously.
“What?”
“All this talk about you spanking people with magic's making me hard as hell. Or maybe it's just the way you're rubbing against me. But probably both.”
In the past, that type of line would've had her blushing and shyly telling him to shut it. Even now, her cheeks tinged pink. But the thought of Isaac's arousal also had her breathlessly pressing closer, loving how big and warm his body was against her.
“Oh yeah?” She reached up and curled her fingers around his nape to draw him in. “If that gets you going, just imagine what I could do to you using magic.”
Isaac leaned closer until his lips were nearly brushing hers, murmuring, “Tell me.”
Shivering at his deep tone, she whispered, “I'd rather show you when I can,” then closed her eyes when their lips met in a slow kiss, their movements measured with an even give and take.
And he was in love with her.
The thought nearly made her groan aloud.
At first, his impulsive confession had frightened Edith. She couldn't stop herself from wondering if she'd made a mistake by getting closer to him instead of pushing him away, the uncertainty of her future always looming.
But as the idea settled in, her heart swelled with delight. She hadn't realized just how much she'd coveted Isaac's love because she was too afraid of hurting him to let herself consider it, and it had to stop. Edith didn't want to worry about the future, or where they'd end up. She wanted to enjoy his company, get as close to Isaac as she possible could, and savor the moment.
Just as he'd do.
So she put all matters of the future aside, kissing him passionately in the middle of the living room … or …
The guestroom upstairs?
As their lips broke, she realized he'd teleported them while she'd been too lost in his kiss to notice. But as he lifted her onto the bed with ease, he seemed preoccupied—and didn't bother hiding why.
“I still don't understand why you're so low on energy. You've been careful.”
Scooting back across the bed to give him room, she pointed out, “The Aeonic Well doesn't give the same amount of power every time. It just depends on the apprentice's needs.”
“Still, did you do something big while I was away? Like hurling that boulder?”
“Well, no,” she drew out casually, hoping he'd finally drop it.
But apparently, he was too curious not to dig. “Then when did you first notice?”
Edith attempted the most innocuous shrug she could manage, but he only eyed her suspiciously.
“You're hiding something.”
She rolled her eyes. “Does it matter, Isaac?”
“What did you do?” he insisted.
Realizing he wasn't giving up, she muttered, “Fine! I thought you were dying and tried to heal you just a little after you teleported me to Charlotte.”
His brows drew together. “What do you mean just a little?”
“Just enough,” she enunciated. “But I'm not a healer and your mute's hard to get around, so it didn't come easily.”
Something in Isaac's fiery gaze heated wickedly just moments before Edith found herself beneath his muscular body on the mattress.
“Why would you do that?” he growled.
“I told you, I was scared and wanted to help!”
As if it didn't matter, he gripped her top and aggressively ripped the fabric, tearing the cloth away completely.
Edith gasped, too surprised to react until his fingers hooked into her bra, but it was already too late—he easily ripped the cloth between the cups with a rough jerk.
Her heart hammered as her breasts erotically bounced free before his gaze. Isaac groaned loudly, wasting no time clasping each in his big hands, pinching her nipples until they were straining for more.
Arousal pooled between her legs. Even the sound of his voice made her shiver when he asserted on a masculine growl, “It was a waste of magic!”
At that, he leaned to suck one sensitive nipple into his hungry mouth, then the other.
Edith just stifled a moan, rasping, “Who says?” Was that my voice?
As if scolding her, he retorted, “You know I would've healed on my own,” then reached to her skirt. Rip!
“Stop tearing my clothes!” she shot back breathlessly.
“Not until you promise you won't do it again.” Rip!—and there went her panties.
As he pulled the ruined garments away from her body, Edith moaned low, left in nothing but knee-high boots and a tattered bra while he was still fully clothed above her. Somehow, the thought was incredibly erotic, making her heart pound as she leaned up to kiss him the moment he was within reach.
Their tongues mated in a wet glide, and he secured her wrists in one hand, then pinned them above her head.
Still, she found the presence of mind to cast a defiant look up at him as soon as their kiss broke. “Are you kidding? If you're in trouble, I'm gonna help!”
“That so?” he asked with a wicked grin that almost made her forget what she was going to say.
But she managed to return pointedly, “It was the most worthwhile magic I've ever spent.”
His fiery gaze burned in response to her c
laim, and he grabbed what was left of her panties. Edith had no idea why until he reached up and used them to secure her hands together, then looped the material around the bedpost.
Her breath hitched, heart racing with excitement as he left enough room to move, but not enough to escape—unless she used a little magic, of course.
“What are you doing?” she rasped, forgetting to breathe when he shifted over her to draw his mouth down between her breasts, then across her belly, leaving a trail of sensation shuddering through her body.
Passing her navel to kiss her mons, Isaac spread her thighs apart and half groaned the words, “I'm gonna tease you until I get what I want. But don't worry, I'm not actually gonna let you come or anything. Just tongue your pussy until it's hot and gushing for me.”
Edith thought it was already gushing, and almost demanded he untie her. But he didn't give her the chance. His mouth lowered, tongue dragging from her soaked entrance and up over her clitoris. With a second stroke, she sucked in a breath, desperate to grab him and hold him right where he was.
But her hands remained helplessly tethered while his tongue tormented her with quick, hard flicks that weren't enough, but also too much. She wanted to lift her hips for more, but her legs remained secured in his hands, and each suck, every lick and thrust inside stoked her need until she thought she'd go crazy.
“This isn't fair, Isaac!”
“Maybe, but you love it when I play dirty,” he groaned on a throaty voice, pressing two digits just inside her slick entrance.
A virile growl sounded as soon as he felt how wet she'd become. Still, he was extremely gentle despite his assertiveness, as if worried she was still sore from their first time sleeping together.
But it didn't hurt whatsoever, a fact she voiced with a loud moan. “Yes!”
Thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, Isaac made her melt when he wickedly praised, “Good girl. You want that?”
“No,” she gasped, locking her gaze on his. “I want more.”
He almost flinched, as if her statement had shaken him and there was very little keeping his primal urges in check. Yet he ceased all movement, waiting for her compliance after remarking, “You know what to say to get it.”
She let a low whimper, aching so badly from his teasing she couldn't think straight. But somewhere in the back of her cloudy mind, Edith realized she could return the favor, and wasted no time doing just that.
“Yeah, I do know what to say.”
“And?”
Holding his fiery stare, she demanded breathlessly, “Fuck me, Isaac.”
Twenty-Nine
• • •
Isaac was supposedly the one calling the shots, but Edith snatched his power away with a single declaration. Enchantress indeed.
The thought that she'd drained herself for him was equal parts heartening and frustrating. He wanted to help her save it, not cause her to run out, and couldn't think of a better way to get her promise not to do it again than by erotically teasing her into submission.
But she'd issued her demand with such a sultry look in her green eyes that even though she was the one tied to the bedpost, he was helpless not to give her exactly what she craved.
Holding her gaze, Isaac sat up between her spread legs to remove his jacket, and noticed Edith watching his movements intently. So he slowed the process of disrobing down to let her enjoy it, his abs and pecs tensing as he tugged his shirt up and over his shoulders, then tossed the garment aside.
When he took his belt buckle in his hands, she started mindlessly nibbling her bottom lip with a heavy lidded gaze. Flashing her a fanged grin, he jerked it open with demanding motions, then slowly pulled the zipper down before sliding his pants around his thick thighs.
The moment his erection sprang free, Edith's lips parted with a soft, unwitting moan, and the thought that she was aroused by merely looking at his body heated his blood like nothing before.
Slipping a hand up and down his aching shaft, he squeezed it with a low groan, and Edith's breaths quickened at the sight.
“Isaac, please … ”
“Imagining how good this is gonna feel when I sink it between your legs?” he asked sinfully. “Or how I'm about to flip you on all fours and pound you with it from behind?”
Panting, she managed a nod, and he didn't hesitate. Reaching for her wrists, he freed them from the bedpost, then grasped her hips and easily turned her over. As soon as she was settled, his vision traveled down the sexy slope of her back and across her sweet ass.
Edith glanced over her shoulder, raising her hips to reveal the soft flesh between her legs that was glistening with arousal for him.
His cock pulsed at the sight. Isaac could imagine doing so many things to her like this, longing to hear her screaming in pleasure. But when she purred breathlessly, “You gonna stare at it all night, or pound it like you promised?” he could only focus on one thing.
Growling, he grasped her hips and quickly pulled them back until her ass was flush against his abdomen, his cock pushing against her pussy. Guiding the cap, he wedged it just inside with a loud groan, the sound mixing with Edith's lusty whimper as he leaned forward on one hand.
Hooking his opposite arm around her torso, he held her back tight to his chest—and aggressively bucked inside. Edith's subsequent gasp was one of pleasured surprise, followed by a sexy moan when he withdrew and repeated the aggressive movement, slamming himself home in her tight sheath.
Reaching up to pile her ginger hair onto one side of her neck, he groaned at her ear, “That answer your question?”
She seemed to be panting too hard to answer with anything more than a, “Yes!” though he thought he heard her whimpering into the sheets it's going so fucking deep!
So Isaac did it again, rolling his hips to make sure he stayed that deep, grunting breathlessly with the movement.
“Love everything about you … the way you feel, the way you moan for me.”
Edith tried to rock her hips back to meet him as he spoke. But he didn't give her the room to move, rasping, “I'm yours, angel. Every part of me is, and … ”
At that, his hips started to piston, his cock pounding mercilessly between her legs as he growled roughly, “I'm gonna give it to you so fucking hard.”
She let a surprised cry over the strength in his movements, her slick walls gripping him in a greedy, wet clench. It was too good to be real, and he drove for more, taking her so ravenously the entire bed started rocking in protest to his rough fucking.
Loud metal squeaks sounded while the headboard thumped against the wall, but Isaac ignored the sounds, too focused on Edith, particularly when her legs spread wider as she began chanting the words so close, so, close, don't fucking stop!
He didn't plan to.
Cre-ea-ak … The low squeal occurred just before a sudden ping—and the mattress dipped beneath them at the center, signaling one of the supports had snapped.
They'd just broken the bed.
Edith had looked forward to a more aggressive encounter, but she certainly hadn't expected to enjoy Isaac's virile taking this much. She couldn't lift her hips high enough, couldn't get him deep enough even though his engorged shaft was spearing between her legs so hard her entire body quaked.
And his loud groans of pleasure and words of love against her ear? Indescribable.
But just when she was about to explode around him, a loud ping sounded and the bed dipped beneath them, bringing their movements to a brief halt. Because of their pleasured daze, it took them a second to figure out what happened, and Edith let a breathless laugh.
“We broke the bed!”
She caught a brief glimpse of Isaac's arrogant grin as he kissed her cheek. “Just a new angle to work with.”
The thought made her snicker as he wrapped both arms around her waist, drawing her back with their bodies still joined. Soon, they were laying on their sides in the mattress's new dip, her back to his chest and one of his muscular arms beneath her.
Hooking the fingers of his opposing hand at the back of her knee, Isaac drew her leg into the air. The result allowed him to move unimpeded as he resumed his previous movements, starting at a moderate pace that quickly gained speed.
Edith's head fell back against his shoulder, the deep in and out between her legs creating so much friction she couldn't stifle her moan. In no time, she was right back at the level of pleasure she'd experienced before their brief interruption, intensified by Isaac's lewd praise and grunts of effort against her ear.
And she came without warning.
Her muscles clamped down with the sudden eruption, her cries sounding in time with the waves of pleasure slamming into her body as hard as Isaac's thrusts. The torrent was relentless, dazing, until little by little, her spasms eased away, leaving her limp and dazed in mindless euphoria.
The moment she grew still, Isaac stopped moving with a ragged breath, gently parting from her body to sit up on his knees. Her thoughts were so scrambled from her orgasm that she didn't pay much attention until he pushed both of her legs up so her knees were at her shoulders.
Looking up, she gasped as he slid his cock back inside, her heart skipping while he leaned forward on both hands—then started thrusting again, hard.
“Ah! Isaac!”
“We're not done yet, angel,” he growled, pounding his hips into hers until a loud slap sounded.
“Oh … oh yes,” Edith whimpered, barely able to believe the strength of her desire for him. She'd just come, but excitement sparked anew as she started rocking again, breasts bouncing at the force of his movements.
The pleasure built out of control, their bodies working together in a torrid exchange. Edith tried her best to return the same bliss Isaac was giving, only to find herself helplessly laying beneath him, taking his frenzied thrusts and begging for more.
At the same time, she vaguely perceived his growled chant of the words I love you, a proclamation that filled her with extreme contentment.
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